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29th March 2009 18:00:00
Posted by Michael Mackenzie

The Bird with the Crystal Plumage

Blu-Ray Review
Warning: this review is spoiler intensive. If you haven't seen the film, I advise you to skip down to the technical portion of the review for fear of spoiling its excellent twist.

The part of this review pertaining to the film is the same as the one I wrote for the DVD release back in 2005. I'm lazy that way.


The Film


Spaghetti Pulp Fiction
"I can hear him saying it now: go to Italy. It's a peaceful country. Nothing ever happens there."
If you have even a passing interest in the Italian genre scene of the 1970s then you've probably heard the name of Dario Argento before. In the circles of aficionados of the "giallo" genre in which he made his name, he has become something of a legend in his own right. Few people, however, appreciate just what an impact he made on the industry. With his directorial debut, 1970's The Bird with the Crystal Plumage (L'uccello dalle piume di cristallo), he established an entirely new visual shorthand for the giallo, a genre whose infiltration of the cinematic medium had until that point been fairly limited. Suddenly, gialli became the biggest money-makers in Italian cinema, and Argento's trademark style was being aped in virtually every subsequent foray into the genre. In turn, many of the traits of the post-Argento gialli were copied in the American slasher movies of the 1980s, with subsequent offerings as disparate as Wes Craven's Scream and David Fincher's Se7en having their roots in Argento's early innovations. The climactic sequence of The Silence of the Lambs, in which Jodie Foster is menaced by Ted Levine, even recalls one of Argento's most successful ploys: the alignment of the camera with the villain's point of view.


Argento, of course, was no more responsible for creating the giallo genre than George A. Romero was for creating the zombie horror flick. Gialli had been around for years, first appearing in the late 1920s in the form of a series of yellow-covered paperbacks ("giallo" is Italian for "yellow"), most of which were translations of popular detective fiction by the likes of Agatha Christie and Conan Doyle. (Exactly what makes a giallo a giallo is a matter of personal opinion, and it should be remembered that in Italy any thriller, regardless of its origin or content, tends to fall under that label. Throughout the rest of the world, however, it has attained a more specific meaning, generally designating an Italian product with a heavy emphasis on lurid murders, convoluted whodunits and strong psychosexual undertones.) The first film that could be classed as a giallo is generally regarded to be Mario Bava's 1963 thriller The Girl Who Knew Too Much, and while this type of film remained relatively thin on the ground throughout the 1960s, a number of directors did release films that could probably be regarded as proto-gialli, including Bava, Umberto Lenzi and Antonio Margheriti.

What Argento did do, however, was to literally transform the format of the genre, inadvertently establishing a model that became accepted as a standard almost overnight. The faceless killer, dressed in a black coat, fedora and gloves (actually a carry-over from Bava's Blood and Black Lace, another proto-giallo), a motive for murder stemming from a deep-rooted past trauma, lengthy stalk sequences shown from the point of view of the killer, outlandish modernist architecture and, last but not least, a convoluted title often referring to an animal with no real connection to the plot, were all cemented in Argento's debut and essentially remained unchanged throughout the genre's lifespan. Indeed, what the majority of non-Italian viewers consider to be a giallo is essentially one in the Argento (or Argento-inspired) format. Again, it is not so much a case of Argento inventing these traits but rather bringing them all together in a successful formula that other filmmakers saw fit to preserve. Indeed, I would argue that apart from Lucio Fulci and perhaps Aldo Lado, none of the plethora of filmmakers who adopted (or attempted to adopt) the Argento style succeeded in bringing anything of their own to genre, with the vast majority of the industry's output being highly derivative, reproducing the gimmicks but failing to capture the essence of what Argento achieved.


The Italian Hitchcock?

An American living in Rome, Sam Dalmas (Tony Musante), is walking home alone one night. As he passes an art gallery, a shocking spectacle catches his eye: a man in a black coat and hat is in the process of grappling with a beautiful woman in white (Eva Renzi). As Sam looks on, the woman is stabbed and the man rushes away. Attempting to reach the beleaguered woman, Sam finds himself trapped between two pairs of mechanically operated sliding glass doors, and is forced to watch the attacker escape as his victim lies in a pool of blood, crying out for help. A passer-by alerts the authorities, who arrive in time to save the woman, who is revealed to be Monica Ranieri, the wife of the gallery's curator. Believing that Sam, the only witness, must be the key to solving the crime, the police confiscate his passport in order to prevent him leaving the country. Forced to turn amateur sleuth, Sam, who remains convinced that something he saw on the night of the attack doesn't quite add up, soon finds the lives of both himself and his girlfriend Julia (Suzy Kendall) being put in jeopardy and the villain sets out on a series of brutal murders...

By far the most remarkable aspect of Argento's directorial debut is its assuredness. Having served for several years as a film critic and then as a screenwriter (his credits include Sergio Leone's Once Upon a Time in the West), in addition to being the son of prominent producer Salvatore Argento, he was certainly no stranger to the movie world. Still, for someone who had never actually stepped behind a camera before, the skills he demonstrates here are nothing short of extraordinary. It seems almost a cliché to say this, and perhaps unfair given that Argento has always rejected the moniker "the Italian Hitchcock", but there is definitely something Hitchcockian about the way he uses the camera, editing and sound design to manipulate the audience. (Indeed, Hitchcock is said to have declared that "that Italian fellow is starting to make me nervous" upon seeing the film.) The level of tension achieved is incredibly potent, and it seems strange now to think that his technique of cranking up the fear factor by preceding each murder scene with a nailbiting build-up, leaving the audience in no doubt as to what is about to occur, was initially dismissed by the executive producer, Gofreddo Lombardo, as evidence of an incompetent director and an unreleasable film. Hitchcock famously differentiated between surprise (for instance, a hitherto unseen bomb exploding) and suspense (knowing that the bomb was there the whole time), and it is without doubt the latter that Argento employs most often here, with stunning results. Lengthy scenes of a woman returning to her apartment in the dead of night, for example, are made all the more agonising due to the fact that we have already seen the killer stalking and photographing her.


Nowhere is Argento's mastery of tension better demonstrated than in the scene in which Julia, alone in the apartment she shares with Sam, is menaced by the killer. As the knife-wielding maniac pounds at the door, whispering to her that she will not leave the building alive, the camera follows Julia while she runs from room to room, desperately searching for a way to get out or alert people to her predicament. Ennio Morricone's quirky and jarring score sets us on edge as Argento skilfully cuts between the increasingly distraught Julia and shots of the killer, who first cuts the telephone line, then the electricity, before beginning to chip away slowly - agonisingly slowly - at the door with a knife. This is cinematic terror at its best, and even if the film fits more comfortably within the label of a murder mystery than a horror movie, moments of the film are undeniably frightening, due to Argento's skill at aligning our sympathies with the victim. (It is interesting, therefore, that he so often chooses to use the killer's point of view and yet never seems to be taking the aggressor's side.)

Equally surprising, however, is the quality of the script. For many viewers, the quality of the writing is a major bone of contention in Argento's films, with his ability to write believable characters and dialogue often being brought into question. I have defended Argento's credentials as a scribe on many occasions, arguing that his social and political commentary mark him out as someone whose talents lie away from the beaten track, and that just because his dialogue is often wooden and his characters one-dimensional does not make him an incompetent writer. The Bird with the Crystal Plumage features some of his best characters and strongest dialogue, and even if the usual idiosyncrasies that tend to plague both his films and other gialli are present to some extent (the police force's willingness to let a key suspect wander around town after several attempts have been made on his life, for instance, might raise a few eyebrows), they are never as wildly distracting as in something like Phenomena, which features immortal lines like "Help! I'm a foreigner, and I'm lost!" Indeed, it has always struck me as interesting that, despite Argento being continually blamed for flaws in the scripts for his films, the titles on which he receives sole writing credit (this, Tenebre, The Stendhal Syndrome) feature some of his strongest material. The Bird with the Crystal Plumage, by the way, is often considered to be based on Fredric Brown's novel The Screaming Mimi, a connection that is rather tenuous and I suspect little more than an attempt to capitalise on that title's popularity, in much the same way that the German distributors of many gialli attempted to connect them to the writings of Bryan Edgar Wallace. (In any event, The Screaming Mimi had already been filmed in 1958 as a noir-ish affair by Gerd Oswald.)


Another element Argento has in his favour with his debut is the strong if eclectic cast. Although his stormy relationship with Tony Musante, which is usually credited as cementing his long-lasting disdain for actors, has been well publicised, Musante makes an excellent lead. Sam is never a completely likeable individual (as we will see later, the way he treats his girlfriend is quite abhorrent, even if he is far from the macho chauvinist so frequently embodied in gialli) but Musante is energetic and possesses a charisma that deflates some of the character's less agreeable traits. Sam is the traditional giallo outsider: something of a parallel to Hitchcock's ever-reliable "wrong man" scenario, one of the central tenets of this genre is that of the lone protagonist who is somehow established as "other" and is forced to become an amateur sleuth, often to prove his innocence. Often he is a lonely artist, unable to connect with the masses. Other times he is a foreigner in a strange city. Sam is both: an American writer (and therefore someone with "artistic" sensibilities), he has come to Italy to unwind and gather inspiration, and as such he is immediately marked as different from those that surround him.

As his token girlfriend, Suzy Kendall also shines in what is a pretty thankless role. Her responsibility is essentially to look pretty and be put in danger - she is certainly a far cry from Argento's later female protagonists, most of whom are made of decidedly sterner stuff, and in this respect we can definitely see an improvement in his writing with subsequent projects. Intriguingly, Argento never worked with any of the real icons of the genre - George Hilton, Edwige Fenech, and so on - but this first film features a handful of giallo regulars - Kendall, Mario Adorf, Enrico Maria Salerno, Carla Mancini - in a manner unlike any of his other efforts. The exception, of course, is Fulvio Mingozzi, a bit player in a number of gialli who appeared in minor roles in all of Argento's films up to and including Phenomena. Given that his ability to deal with actors is another area in which Argento is often criticised (he is said to view them as mere set dressing, lavishing most of his attention on the camera, which essentially serves as the main star of his films), it is somewhat surprising just how good the performers are in this film, even when hampered by dubbing. The standout, however, would have to be Eva Renzi, whose role is discussed later.


Psychoanalysis, Giallo-Style

Although frequently marketed and dismissed as cheap schlock (or "Eurotrash", to use a particularly obnoxious and infuriating term adopted by those who sneer at anything that doesn't conform to their own narrow predilections), almost all of Argento's films are more complex than would seem to be the case at face value, demanding repeat viewings to discover hidden quirks. The Bird with the Crystal Plumage is no exception, and in fact stands alongside Profondo Rosso, Tenebre, Opera and The Stendhal Syndrome as one of his most complex works.

The central theme of the film is imprisonment, and this motif is repeated throughout via various characters and settings. Like the crystal-plumed bird of the title (in actual fact a McGuffin of the highest possible order: a sound heard in a phone call made by the killer that eventually leads Sam to her apartment), many of the characters find themselves imprisoned in cages, metaphorical or otherwise. In the crucial scene in which Sam witnesses the supposed attack on Monica, he finds himself imprisoned between twin sets of glass doors - a cage from which, like the bird, he can only watch, impassive (and impotent, if you wish to draw sexual parallels). Later, when his passport is confiscated, his cage becomes Italy. Likewise, Julia too is constantly imprisoned, although paradoxically it is Sam who keeps her caged. She is a kept woman: a trophy bride of the highest order who Sam says he is "taking back to America" with him, much like a souvenir of his time in Italy. He frequently orders her about, ignores what she says to him, and on a number of occasions simply deposits her at a certain location and tells her he will come back for her later, a bit like tying a dog to the lamp post outside a shop. Her imprisonment reaches its apex in the scene in which she is alone in her apartment, being menaced by the killer: left alone in an enclosed space, she is unable to get out and can only watch passively as the killer closes in. In this respect Sam's behaviour comes across as reprehensible: he doesn't seem to view her as a human being at all but rather as a commodity that can be abandoned at will. His scenes of passion with her come across as hollow, and most interestingly occur mainly when in the view of others, furthering the notion that she is simply a trophy piece.


A lot can be made of the killer's identity, and if you have read this far then you will know that the assassin is not only female but also the individual who we initially assumed was the first victim rather than the perpetrator: the gallery curator's wife, Monica Ranieri. A triumph of subliminal manipulation on Argento's part, the entire film is set up to lead us to believe that the villain must be a man - an easy assumption to make, given that while, by the time of the film's release, female killers did exist, they were far from as pervasive as they are in today's thrillers. Little touches like the constant reference to the killer as "he" go by unnoticed but subliminally plant in our minds the seeds that Argento seeks to exploit. Likewise, the overtly sexual nature of many of the murders - most of the victims are female, and in one cringe-inducing scene a woman is stabbed in the vagina - implies a predatory male.

There is something of a parallel with Antonioni's Blow Up here, as the central character, a self-occupied "arty" type, obsesses over the details of a specific image and what it might mean. For David Hemmings' photographer in Blow Up, the focus was on actual pictures; for Tony Musante in The Bird with the Crystal Plumage, the images are mental. As what we see in photographs can be misleading, so too can one's memory, and Sam Dalmas fails to realise until it is too late that he has been led astray by his own cultural assumptions. Western culture typically posits white as representing good and black as evil; likewise, men are typically viewed as aggressors while women take on the role of victims. Here Argento achieves a masterstroke: by portraying a man dressed in black struggling with a woman in white we, like Sam, automatically assume that the man is the aggressor. Pauline Kael was apparently able to guess what was going on, but Argento had most other viewers and critics completely flummoxed.


Throughout the film, we are constantly aligned with the killer's point of view, which I am sure could provide ample fodder for those critics who view all films of this type as depraved filth celebrating death. However, we must consider the fact that the killer, too, is a victim. Monica was not born a psychopath but was made one as a result of a twisted ordeal. As such, although the positioning of a woman as the killer might arouse suspicions of misogyny, we must not forget that, in essence, it was a man who made her this way. As Frank Burke points out in his analysis of the film at KinoEye, most of the male characters attempt to blame Monica herself for being the way she is, but they are deluding themselves, missing the bigger picture. Argento is well aware of the sexual politics at play here, which he would go on to revisit in many of his subsequent projects, and as a result the film demands a more in-depth reading than a cursory charge of misogyny would permit.


A Case Solved

Complex, clever and skilfully executed, I am sorely tempted to give The Bird with the Crystal Plumage a 10/10 score. As a thriller, it is top-notch: a tightly-written and superbly directed affair, its influence on the film industry, both Italian and internationally, cannot be understated. The fact remains, though, that Argento would go on to bigger and better things, with his 1975 giallo Profondo Rosso leaving The Bird with the Crystal Plumage and its sea of imitators in the dust. As a result, therefore, to differentiate it from its superior successors, I am giving it a 9, but be in no doubt that I find it hard to imagine how any specific aspect of this film could be faulted. Truly, a thriller Hitchcock himself would have been proud of.

Blu-ray Disc Presentation



Back when it arrived on DVD courtesy of Blue Underground in 2005, many people raved about The Bird with the Crystal Plumage's transfer, but it always disappointed me a little, being marred by the label's standard practice of overzealous filtering, robbing it of fine detail. I'm happy to report that this problem has been rectified for the BD release. Presented in its original 2.35:1 aspect ratio, this 1080P AVC encode looks excellent from start to finish.

Like so many of its ilk, The Bird with the Crystal Plumage was shot using the Chromoscope process, a system not unlike Super35 in practice. Lenses have obviously progressed a long way since 1970, so you'd be wrong to expect something with the crispness of a modern Super35 production like, say, Casino Royale or The Descent. Once you get past the fact that a number of scenes have a natural softness to them, presumably reflecting the natural aberrations of the lenses used, you can enjoy this rich, film-like and ultimately extremely satisfying presentation of an excellent movie. The grain is lovingly rendered with a crispness that resolves detail down to the pixel level, allowing the softness that pervades at times to look natural and film-like rather than the mush you get when an image has been artificially softened. Compression is handled very well for the most part, with only a handful of noticeable artefacts, most of them in darker scenes, invading on occasions. My only real criticism as regards this release would be Blue Underground's decision to insert English-language opening and closing credits, which turn out to be blurrier and slightly more processed-looking than the rest of the movie. Given that, barring a single insert during the opening credits, all the on-screen text appears in Italian (newspaper headlines, computer print-outs and the like), I don't know why they didn't just leave the whole thing in Italian and give it a sense of unity.

The audio, unfortunately, is another matter, and it is here that this release loses major points. While the DVD release included the film's original mono audio in either English or Italian, in addition to variety of multichannel remixes, the former have been dropped for this high definition release. In their place are an array of remixes in a variety of formats, which simply serve to take up space and render each other redundant. In addition to a lossy Italian Dolby Digital 5.1 EX remix, we get three separate English tracks: DTS-HD Master Audio 7.1, Dolby TrueHD 7.1, and Dolby Digital 5.1 EX. One of these English tracks would have been more than sufficient. The first two audio formats are both lossless and should therefore (in theory) sound identical. Furthermore, both feature "legacy" standard definition audio streams for those who don't have the hardware to play these new lossless HD audio formats, rendering the Dolby 5.1 EX track pointless. Blue Underground have claimed that the reason they left the original mono audio out was because there wasn't enough room for it, what with all the disc space taken up by these remixes, but if they didn't cram the disc full of redundant remixes, there would have been plenty room. In any event, capacity concerns are irrelevant, because there actually is more than enough room left on the disc for additional audio tracks: a mere 31.7 GB out of a total of 50 GB is actually used.

As for whether or not the remixed audio sounds any good, it depends on whether you think there's such a think as a good remix. "Good" to me is analogous to "faithful to the original", and as such I consider remixes to be fundamentally flawed by their very nature. Personally I have no truck with them, regardless of how "well" they're done, because it's ultimately all academic, as it's not he version of the film that was originally released. It's like the process of colourisation: you can do it really well, and can perhaps even make it look as if it was shot in colour to begin with, but at the end of the day it's still colourisation. A film originally mixed in mono that has been artificially bumped up to 5.1 or 7.1 sounds very artificial, and there's no getting round that, no matter how adept the mixer is. In this particular case, the audio sounds unnatural because you're hearing slightly ropey material (with a fair degree of distortion and some audible hiss) being pumped out of multiple speakers, and the slight variations in their quality (the source used for the music appears much cleaner than the dialogue or foley) are very pronounced. Personally, I was very distracted by this when watching the film, something that has never been an issue for me when listening to the original mono English audio on the Blue Underground and Medusa DVDs, the latter or which actually sounds noticeably "cleaner" than the BD in terms of dialogue. I appreciate that not everyone is such a purist when it comes to sound, but for me, Blu-ray is all about preserving the authentic look and sound of a film, not attempting to "re-imagine" it for the 21st century. At least studios such as Fox, MGM and Disney make a point of always providing the original audio alongside any remixes for their BD releases. (Well, the North American ones at any rate. Often with European releases, the original audio is the first thing to get shafted in order to make room for an array of dubs.)

It may seem like I'm over-egging the pudding, but I feel this issue needs to be highlighted. At least in an ideal world, Blu-ray a serious format aimed at serious enthusiasts, and enthusiasts are looking for discs that faithfully represent these films as they were originally shot and exhibited. To deliver this with the video but fumble so obviously with the audio is a great disappointment, and I strongly hope that Blue Underground reconsider this misguided stance for their future titles.

Optional English subtitles, pertaining to the Italian dialogue, are also provided for the film.

Extras



By far the meatiest of Blue Underground's giallo releases in terms of bonus materials, this BD version of The Bird with the Crystal Plumage contains exactly the same extras as the company's earlier 2-disc DVD release, all presented here in standard definition.

Of these, the best is probably an audio commentary by journalists Alan Jones and Kim Newman. This is a laidback, breezy affair, more in line with an informal chat between two friends sitting in front of the television than the more academic affairs often featured on DVDs from the likes of Criterion. Of the two, Jones is clearly the more knowledgeable about all things Argento (a fact admitted by Newman quite early in the commentary), but they supplement each other well, delivering interesting anecdotes and personal interpretations, as well as drawing parallels between this and other films of the same period. I enjoyed this track considerably more than the already solid solo commentaries Jones delivered for Anchor Bay's releases of Trauma and The Card Player, although this probably has as much to do with the superior quality of the film as anything.

The commentary is followed by four interviews, the longest of which, at 18 minutes, features Dario Argento as he takes us through the process of making the film, discussing his roots as a movie critic and how this and his inexperience behind the camera shaped the end result. In recent years, Argento has definitely become more open to discussing his work (many earlier interviews were like pulling teeth), and he delivers a number of amusing anecdotes here, including Ennio Morricone's outraged reaction when Argento provided him with samples of how he wanted the music to sound, as well as a stunt involving a camera being thrown from a sixth storey window, suspending on a rope, which led to the equipment smashing on the pavement below ("The film was saved, fortunately" he says).

Ennio Morricone is next, speaking for 8 minutes about the score and going on to discuss his work for Argento on the four other films on which they collaborated. Cinematographer Vittorio Storaro follows, speaking for 10 minutes about the ideas he brought to the look of the film, covering the use of close-ups to get inside the characters' minds and discussing how much responsibility and autonomy the cinematographer ultimately has on any project.

The final interview features Eva Renzi, who played Monica in the film. Renzi, who died of lung cancer a few months before the DVD was released, essentially goes on an 11-minute rant about how shoddily she has been treated by the industry. She feels that, due to taking bad advice from a variety of people, her career took a nosedive (she turned down an Orson Welles project at her ex-husband's insistence). She also takes the opportunity to lay into Tony Musante, who it seems she considered to be a vain and shallow individual. In that regard her views seem to be very much in line with those of Argento, about whom she speaks warmly, even if she doesn't appear to think much of the film or her character.

All except the Eva Renzi interview, which is in English, are presented in Italian with English subtitles.

Also included are the film's international trailer, Italian trailer (which contains the infamous Hitchcock quote - marking it out as a re-release trailer rather than the original) and two American TV spots.

Overall




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As far as the transfer goes, this BD release of The Bird with the Crystal Plumage is a superb example of how to properly treat a catalogue title. In terms of audio however, the lack of the original mono mixes is a grave oversight and one that sullies this release considerably. It's a delight to see Dario Argento's landmark first film released in high definition and looking this good, but without it's original sound this release can never hope to be considered definitive.
Details and Specifications
Blu-Ray Review

Region: ALL

Certificate: Unrated

Distributor:
Blue Underground

Running Time:
96 mins approx
Soundtracks:
- English DTS-HD Master Audio 7.1
- English Dolby TrueHD 7.1
- English Dolby Digital 5.1 EX
- Italian Dolby Digital 5.1 EX

Subtitles:
- English

Director:
Dario Argento

Main cast:
Tony Musante
Suzy Kendall
Enrico Maria Salerno
Eva Renzi
Umberto Raho
Raf Valenti
Giuseppe Castellano
Mario Adorf
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Ratings
Film
9
Video
9
Audio
0
Extras
8
8